Barrapunto

Padre de la IA, del lenguaje LISP. Un grande, qué decir. Quisiera rendirle tributo con esta humilde función factorial:

(defun fact (n)
..(if (= n 1) 1
....(* n (fact (1- n)))))

Primero Lenin y después John McCarthy, ahora sólo quedan dos de los Beatles.

Por culpa de McCarty (RIP) existe Emacs OS, una vez lo instalé y se me borró la entrada del OS en grub.

Ayer, por algún motivo, me dio por poner esta canción que llevaba al menos diez años sin escuchar. Justo después de oírla me enteré de la noticia.

http://www.gnu.org/fun/jokes/eternal-flame.ogg [gnu.org]
http://www.gnu.org/fun/jokes/eternal-flame.html [gnu.org]

I was taught assembler
in my second year of school.
It's kinda like construction work --
with a toothpick for a tool.
So when I made my senior year,
I threw my code away,
And learned the way to program
that I still prefer today.

Now, some folks on the Internet
put their faith in C++.
They swear that it's so powerful,
it's what God used for us.
And maybe it lets mortals dredge
their objects from the C.
But I think that explains
why only God can make a tree.

For God wrote in Lisp code
When he filled the leaves with green.
The fractal flowers and recursive roots:
The most lovely hack I've seen.
And when I ponder snowflakes,
never finding two the same,
I know God likes a language
with its own four-letter name.

Now, I've used a SUN under Unix,
so I've seen what C can hold.
I've surfed for Perls, found what Fortran's for,
Got that Java stuff down cold.
Though the chance that I'd write COBOL code
is a SNOBOL's chance in Hell.
And I basically hate hieroglyphs,
so I won't use APL.

Now, God must know all these languages,
and a few I haven't named.
But the Lord made sure, when each sparrow falls,
that its flesh will be reclaimed.
And the Lord could not count grains of sand
with a 32-bit word.
Who knows where we would go to
if Lisp weren't what he preferred?

And God wrote in Lisp code
Every creature great and small.
Don't search the disk drive for man.c,
When the listing's on the wall.
And when I watch the lightning burn
Unbelievers to a crisp,
I know God had six days to work,
So he wrote it all in Lisp.

Yes, God had a deadline.
So he wrote it all in Lisp.


Descanse en paz.

En realidad murió el día 24, no el día 23, parece que ha habido un poco de confusión por la hora de su muerte.

Pero vamos, que no tiene mayor importancia.